Kings Elementary School
"It's only one year.", I told myself when I was young.
"This school actually looks like a pile of dung."
Although I had no friends in the satanic Park School,
I thought it would be the same. This time, with more drool.
But little did I know, I would make my first friend.
And run into his own, they who made my mind bend.
With anime and manga, we would talk for days!
How Naruto and Ichigo, characters that slayed.
And music, oh music! Such similarities to what we hear!
Video games, movies, everything we held dear.
Christian, Shjon, Eric, and Hadriel.
It all started with one, a boy named Abiel.
I look back and say, "Kings was a great year of grace."
It was where my first friendship bloomed. In other words, its birthplace.
Kings, even though you are gone, I will always remember,
Walking through those doors in that start of September.
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